Lyrics:
18 when I bust from the grill
Because, (if you keep it young)
Yo song is always sung
So street life taught me to keep 'em sprung
God sent me
clique
This is that swan song, live, die, and resurrect in this bitch
Nah, don't know terror just yet
You think that you running this shit
You building
a sub
When the game is on the line
My name's about to shine
Like Jordan in his prime
That's Klutch
Guess what
You can call me Klutch, I don't really
flexing my paper
Praying that I don't get hit by a hater (Fa-Fa-Fa)
Ask can we go out i say maybe later
Close that back door 'cuz these niggas some traders
of man had my life in his hands and plan that would Set me free
When I was searching everywhere for love and hope and dreams and life And joy peace I found
deceived
By Satan's scheme
But God came to save
Made the way to take our chains
Release us from the pain
That we feel every day
He sent His Son
Like a dove
swear to god I rather die
The day that you catch me slippin
And puttin tears in your eyes
You can dig you key
Right into the side
Of my pretty little
in the urn
Is it God or money that really make the world turn?
Grab your gun, separate the ones from the real funds
Inhale deep and hold it in your
a hundred handin' me my c-notes
The modern-day Gambino
I'm careful every step I take
You the nigga walk up in a shootout with some pepper spray
That'd be
a hundred handin' me my c-notes
The modern-day Gambino
I'm careful every step I take
You the nigga walk up in a shootout with some pepper spray
That'd be
And for Him
And in Him, aaa-all things will consist
Let all the angels of God worship Him
He is the way I followed as a kid
But i-is the way that we
you to tell me I'm in the band please)
I rock (I rock) therefore I am (therefore I am)
Right or wrong I sing my song the best I can
I don't need
"
Caught him in a lot, Ima pop yeah, make him drop
Send that nigga up, he gon' fly, he just met god
In my last song I said "I don't die", I feel like god
the problem
They say I suck well that's okay just call me Dyson
Highly regarded as the one who plays it right g
I've been in the bar lit bet on god you can't
So his friends could always know what we were thinking
"If he succeeds (Which you should not let him do) the solution is to not think in words"
The hoods that I run with really don't care
Bustin at God with our pistols in the air
[Pop Da Brown Hornet]
No more loses, I'm bringin in da
empty
Jack and I jerk till my dick is empty
You wasn’t there when we hit that Lick suck in such found a Glock in he sold the shit
Saw Pain in his eyes
empty
Jack and I jerk till my d*** is empty
You wasn’t there when we hit that Lick suck in such found a Glock in he sold the sh**
Saw Pain in his eyes
the beat then we jumped on
He made other rappers run his race for him
But who knows
We're pawns
But you only rapped when he dropped that BRAG song
Does it
called upon by a much higher power
What's important for us all to understand
We're just little pieces in God's big plan so
Hold on when I tell you hold
and solo know that I
Would only get to splurgin'
I see the road to success and
Now it's time to merge in
Don't forget us when you gone
What my homies urging
comes through
Oh my fault, hold up, wait, let me tell you who
Ready Rock C, here's a brief description
Of the things that he can do in his musical
Willie's hat from him
And he's leaned him over his saddle-bow
To catch his hat by force
And the rushing in the Clyde water
Took Willie from his horse
And, my kitty cat is dead after he died instead. But that was okay
It's triple voice, and this is amazing feets as in foots
And by the time this ends is
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